By Paul B
The smell of honey on the breeze Orange Blossoms on the trees Exotic perfume on a woman's skin A secret kiss of a secret sin Stays with me when I scent Orange blossoms on the treesThis a truly old work. One of the first that I wrote. Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 08:27 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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